Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1777: It’s you who ruined yours.

[Bennet Mansion]

"Madam?" Butler Jen paused at the kitchen entrance, frowning slightly when he saw Allison inside, busy with food prep.

Allison glanced over and offered him a warm smile. "Butler Jen, didn’t Penny give you some pills to help you sleep? How come you’re still up so late?"

"Haha." Butler Jen stepped in with a soft laugh. "Well, I’m a little worried I’ll get dependent on them, so I’ve been skipping doses now and then."

As he approached the counter, his eyes moved to the food containers she was packing. "More side dishes?"

"For Penny and Nina," Allison said with a wink. "Penny’s always busy with her company, and Nina’s planning her wedding. I worry that when they come home, they just end up eating fast food."

"Madam," Butler Jen chuckled. "I’m sure Sir Zoren and Sir Finn are making sure they’re well-fed."

"I know, but..." Allison sighed deeply, meeting his eyes. "Maybe I just can’t sleep."

She pressed her lips together, shrugged, and continued packing the food containers. "Charles has been so busy lately. I don’t know... maybe I’m just not used to him not coming home anymore."

A small smile formed on Butler Jen’s face. "It has been a while since Sir Charles stayed out for the night. Do you need help, Madam?"

"Yes." She smiled again.

And so, Butler Jen helped Allison with the food she had prepared—meals she intended to deliver to her daughters the next day. His presence helped ease the uneasiness that had been keeping her awake. Just having someone to talk to made the night feel less heavy.

After a while, Allison finally finished.

"Thank you for your help, Butler Jen," she said as they stepped out of the kitchen.

smiling gently. "It helped me too. I haven’t had much to do lately, and the

kids have grown up. The house feels too quiet these

remembering how loud the mansion used to be when everyone was around. But tonight... it

silent, pausing in the mansion’s

"Good night, Butler Jen."

he replied with a

a moment before turning and making her way upstairs. Butler Jen remained where he was, watching her figure take the stairs. After a moment, he smacked his lips

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headed toward her bedroom, she paused beside a decorative stand. Her eyes

frames, and a soft smile spread across her face. It was a family photo, taken

young in this," she whispered, her gaze tender. "I can’t believe how grown

been a while. Allison hadn’t spent much time reminiscing—work at the restaurant kept

silence at night often

them to come home sometime," she murmured. "Maybe a

she carefully returned the photo to its spot. But just as she turned

Clang!

eyes landed on a specific photo

shut. No wind.

whispered, crouching to pick it

not to cut herself on the shattered glass, but when she turned the frame over

Penny, hugging little Chunchun and Mouse, with

it, and her chest

into a thin line as she continued holding the photo. But as she shifted,

of blood hit the floor. A shard had nicked

back

stopped at the top of the stairs and spotted her crouched beside the broken frame. His brows drew together as he approached, noticing